Griechischer Wein [English translation]

It was already dark when I walked home through suburban streets.

There was a tavern where the light still shone on the sidewalk.

I had time and I was cold, so I stepped inside.

There sat men with brown eyes and black hair,

And the jukebox played music that sounded strange and southern.

As soon as I was seen, someone stood up and invited me in.

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth

Come on, pour yourself a drink

and when I then get sad,

it's because I always dream of home;

You must forgive me.

Greek wine, and those old familiar songs.

Pour it again!

For I feel the yearning again;

I'll always be only a stranger in this town,

and all alone.

And then they told me about green hills and sea and wind,

of old houses and young wives who are left alone,

and about the kid who's never seen his father yet.

They kept saying to each other, "Someday we' II go back.

And the savings will be enough at home for a little bit of happiness.

And soon nobody will even think about what it was like here.

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth

Come on, pour yourself a drink

and when I then get sad,

it's because I always dream of home;

You must forgive me.

Greek wine, and those old familiar songs.

Pour it again!

For I feel the yearning again;

I'll always be only a stranger in this town,

and all alone.

• Artist:dArtagnan
• Album:Griechischer Wein